Code Z: Sign Ups & Discussion

[Doaj]

Code Z

This is a modern zombie RP. Anyone and everyone is welcome to join, and due to the nature of such an RP, everyone is permitted up to three characters. There are only two limitations: Firstly, they cannot foresee the crisis or have any knowledge of its happening prior to seeing it firsthand, seeing it on television, etc. They weren't there when it happened. Secondly, everyone is to start in the same city. Moving on.

I will post periodic updates to inform everyone of what is happening. Here's the breakdown:

Threat Level Zero (0) - Threat is non-existent. No zombies.

Threat Level 1 - Rare sightings, easily disposed of if caught. In a contained area of 2-8 city blocks in radius. Zombies are in pairings or singular, more often singular. Chances of encounter: 1-3%. Victims are sleeping, under the influence, or in the worst possible place at the worst possible time.

Threat Level 2 - Encounters are just as rare, but the groupings are 3-6 in number. Radius is 8 to 20 blocks. Victims also include the overweight or slow.

Threat Level 3 - A residential problem. Attacks aren't on local news channels yet, but people have become cautious on the streets and begun to seek weapons and refuge. Zombie groupings are from 5 to 9. Radius is the most frequented parts of the city- downtown, business districts, etc. Encounter rate is 8 -15%. Victims also include the homeless, children skipping school, businessmen on lunch, etc.

Threat Level 4 - Encounters with individuals have become likely, encounters with groups are still rare. In order to escape from a zombie one must be aware of their surroundings, or adequately equipped for defense. Radius is now city-wide. Groups are 6-12 in size, encounter rate is 25%. Victims include unarmed civilians, joggers, etc.

Threat Level 5 - Local infestation. Federal government en route to quarantine area. Zombies are officially in hordes of ten to twenty members. Outdoors are dangerous if not properly protected. Encounter rate 60%. Radius is city-wide, with stragglers in the bordering countryside. Victims include unlucky but armed civilians, off-duty police officers, etc.

Threat Level 6 - Group sizes are 15 to 45. Radius is regional, spilling into near-by cities. Encounter rate is 80% in city of origin, 8-15% in neighboring towns and cities. 24 Hours until city of origin is quarantined.

Threat Level 7 - Hordes are 30 to 80 in number, and the radius is hundreds of miles in every direction. Encounter rate is 100% in city of origin, which is quarantined by federal government. Infected region is also crawling with military seeking to eliminate remaining zombies. Encounter rate is 55% in infected region.

Threat Level 8 - Hordes are 50-150 in number. Military is no longer organized, infection is nationwide and crossing borders. Encounter rate is 100% in region of origin, 40% in countrysides, 70% in distant cities and towns. Infected include military and the heavily armed.

Threat Level 9 - Hordes are at a minimum of 100, encounter rate is 100% nation-wide, 50% in country-side. The only remaining safehouses are airports in select major cities.

Threat Level 10 - Crisis is international- no country is safe. Survivors are few and number less than a million across the planet. Only judgment awaits.

A couple of important facts: Two hours after being bitten the subject will die. Fifteen minutes to three hours afterward, depending on the mass of the subject, it will reanimate as undead. Each zombie is unique in and of itself- whoever it was as a person is who it is as a zombie. Not in mind, but in body. If the best trackrunner in the world gets bitten, he'll still be the fastest trackrunner, but he'll be undead. If a morbidly obese person is bitten, then they'll penguin-walk their ass as fast as they can after their prey. This means that as the threat levels increase the zombies will also become faster and stronger, because the people getting bitten were faster and stronger than before. The zombies are not angry, just hungry. They will eat any meat they can, including animal; and the only senses they have better than our own is their hearing. I have not decided what city to start in because I figure you'll all want some input.

Also, I will decide who lives and who dies based solely off of the tactics they show. If your character is to get bitten or killed, I will PM you first. In fact, I will frequently send out PMs to keep everyone updated on what is happening. Anything I tell you, do not assume others know. Here's your character template:

Full Name:
Age:
Height/Weight:
Appearance:
Occupation:
Skills:
Weapons (This needs to be reasonable to who they are and were):
Relatives:
Background:

Zombie Details:
"They come back to life without pulse, the necessity to breathe, and they've begun the decomposition process. They feel a compulsory need to eat, even when their stomach is full. They're exactly the same as who they were before they died. Unless they lost a leg, then they run just as fast, but because they don't breathe, then they won't grow tired. Their eyes will look more-or-less normal, perhaps vacant. They'll smell if they've been dead more than a few hours. On an immediate reanimation, the only difference would be that they wouldn't talk, they would have no recognition of people, and they'd be violently hungry. They'll also bleed from their bite wounds without hope of it healing because their body has died by all accounts. They feel no pain, and will only be slowed inn their endeavors should they lose a leg or like, limp if their hip is shattered."

Now, I'm sure I've left something out. Are there any questions, and where would everyone like to start?

[Casanova]

i haff kveshchun

Why are people reanimating? You said you were going to go resurrected in stead of infected, right? Or are we doing infected now? D=

In either case I am interested in taking part. I will write a bio shortly. =D

[Doaj]

I think I didn't understand the question the first time around. lol. By infection I was thinking 28 Days Later, immediate effects. Resurrected being a slow reanimation. Anyway, we will be going as stated in the post. =D I look forward to your character.

[Casanova]

What I mean is traditional zombies were literally dead people resurrected from the grave by voodoo and stuff. These days people get infected by a virus and it spreads. That's what I was trying to determine last night. Are we going unded or virus here? Traditionally the reanimation thing is only attributed to the virus, but you said last night that you didn't want the virus because those types of zombies are commonly too fast and people die too quickly. Hence my confusion right here. xD

I'm sorry to be nit picking but I'd just like for this to be cleared up, if that's OK. =D

Anyway, as far as where we start goes I think the whole US and UK scene is way over done. So I'd like to nominate Australia. Shouldn't be too difficult to adjust as Australian culture is a great mix of both Great Britain and North America, plus there's something rather exotic about their Aboriginal heritage and at least there'd be no language barrier contradicting our dialogue. xD

Also, here is my bio. Apologies for how plain it is, but I have a much more exciting character in the works. You were fine with us playing multiple parts, right?

Full Name
Jay Roberts

Age
19

Height/Weight
5'9"/168 lbs.

Appearance
Jay is pale and bespectacled, with dark hair and green eyes. When first encountered with a zombie, Jay was wearing a dirty red zip up track top over an Iron Maiden shirt and torn denims over a brand new pair of black Vans.

Occupation
Unemployed

Skills
Well educated, careful and a fast runner

Weapons
A large kitchen knife and a revolver with 3 shots remaining

Relatives
Father (deceased), mother (deceased) and brother (missing)

Background
Jay was born into a middle-class family and lived in a respected neighbourhood. He attended an average school but hard study made him an excellent student. He was also the star of the track and field team, breaking the old 1976 record for the 100m sprint. He was not a popular kid, however, and his self-esteem suffered for all of the verbal abuse and snide remarks that he put up with over the years.

[Doaj]

"They come back to life without pulse, the necessity to breathe, and they've begun the decomposition process. They feel a compulsory need to eat, even when their stomach is full. They're exactly the same as who they were before they died. Unless they lost a leg, then they run just as fast, but because they don't breathe, then they won't grow tired. Their eyes will look more-or-less normal, perhaps vacant. They'll smell if they've been dead more than a few hours. On an immediate reanimation, the only difference would be that they wouldn't talk, they would have no recognition of people, and they'd be violently hungry. They'll also bleed from their bite wounds without hope of it healing because their body has died by all accounts. They feel no pain, and will only be slowed inn their endeavors should they lose a leg or like, limp if their hip is shattered."

Updated with answers to some questions I've gotten. Also, I'll be posting up one of my characters probably today.

[Atlas]

I'd like to take this opportunity to express my interest, though I'll probably not get a character up until later tomorrow or Sunday. Trusting I choose to join in the end. =P

[I Changed My Name Too!]

Seeing this topic is getting me all hot and flustered.
You see, Doaj, zombies were my first love (and my second, also), and I love anything with the 'survival horror' brand on it.
I would love more than anything to join this RP. Like, more than I would love to piss on Uwe Boll's head.

HOWEVER

I am utterly and completely intimidated by the thought of RPing.
Just so ya know, it would be my first time, and I would hate to get in there and write some wonky crap.
I've always been a goodish writer in school (wrote some zombie fiction, as a matter of fact), so maybe i wouldn't screw up TOO badly, but I think I need to know the etiquette before just diving in.
Is there some sort of thread up about how to RP properly?
Also, can I join PWETTY PWEASE?
(Will post character after getting feedback and deciding I am up to it.)

[Casanova]

Hell yeah, fresh RP meat.

I'll be posting my second bio later today if that's still cool with you, Bret?

[blexmer]

Name: Will Barton

Age:26

Height: 5' 9", 170 lbs.

Appearance: Slightly tan with brown hair and Blue eyes. Was in the middle of a Class when first encountered the Zombies. One student was killed.

Occupation: High school Gym teacher who is also in charge of the Kendo Club.

Skills: Kendo with mixes of Bushido.

Weapons: Kento Sticks, Japanese katana. Has minor skill with regular guns, and learned how to use a sniper rifle purely from video games. so limited skill with a Gun or ranged weapon. However, is a good shot with a bow.

Relatives: Father is currently living in japan trying to get deeper into his fighting styles. Mother died when he was 4. Has one brother named Frank, who raised himself due to Will being the center of his fathers attention. Brother went into the wrong parts of life, and is associated with the "Mob" however he did learn how to use most types of guns, and became an expert sniper.

Background:After his mother's death his father focused all of his attention on him. He was raised being taught to fight by his father, and won competitions when he was a child. he once was a runner up for US Champion. His brother came to hate him due to his father's bias towards him, and they never were very close. When Will was 16 (Frank was 15) Frank ran away to be somewhere that he was respected. Frank fell into the "Mob" and started out being a low rank, but learned the trade swiftly, and learned guns just as fast. as such, Frank is 3rd in command. Frank's current location is unknown, due to his occupation. Will began to be a Teacher after he got his degree, and formed a kendo club when he found students with the mindset and drive to succeed at it. When he first saw the zombie he was in the middle of a kendo class. His best student was killed in the attack. He has a personal feud against them now due to his death. Will has been trying to obtain a high quality sword in order to better defend himself. up until now he is using a tempered Steel blade. but he tries not to use it much in case it breaks, because he would be left with only a Kendo Stick to defend himself. He carries a Sniper Rifle, but sticks to a M1911 Colt Pistol due to lack of true experience with a rifle. He is trying to learn.

[I Changed My Name Too!]

Full Name: Bubba "Deadeye" Daniels
Age: 47
Height/Weight: 5'11" 166 lbs.
Appearance: Bubba is never seen without his costume duster and ten-gallon hat. He wears a pair of fake leather chaps over a pair of faded Levi's. The mock-spurs on his cowboy boots shine in the noon sun. His face is sun-hardened and leather-like in appearance. His blue eyes are constantly watery and red from the wind and sand generally kicked up by the caravan. Bubba's moustache is immaculately groomed, at times seeming to be a solid, rock-like fixture on his face.
Occupation: Big Tex's Big Texas Carnival worker, employed as the "town's sheriff". He is also the gunshow's top marksman.
Skills: Firearms expertise, including revolvers and hunting rifles. Bladed weapons (meat cleavers, machetes) are also nothing new to him.
Weapons: 2 Smith and Wesson .45 Schofield Cavalry models, 2 Smith and Wesson .45 Schofield Hideout models, 1 Henry Big Boy .45 Colt lever-action, 2 butcher's meat cleavers, straight razor
Relatives: All immediate family dead from mysterious circumstances.

I'll have to write out the background story when I get home from school, which will be much later tonight

[Doaj]

Blexmer, your character looks fine. I just want to point out that we'll be starting shortly before the zombies attack, not after they attack. So he has not witnessed his best student's death yet- that would make for an excellent first post though. Also, be sure to write in multi-paragraph format. Since there are at least two of you that haven't RP'd before, I'd like to point out that anything with less than ten sentences is not a proper post, and they'd preferably have more like 30-40 sentences, or five or six paragraphs. Also, make sure to double check your posts for typos, grammatical problems like not capitalizing your sentences, using punctuation in the right places, etc.

If anyone would like detailed instructions or practice in RP'ing then I would have to direct you to this mother-fuckin' thread on this mother-fuckin' plane. Are there any more questions or concerns?

Also, Daftsounds, I look forward to your character's background. You've got one of the most original characters I've seen in a long time. @John, go ahead and post your second character whenever suits you sir. Everyone can have up to three at any time. Also, if I PM you to tell you one of your characters has to die, and it's your favorite to play or something, then you're free to play them as a zombie until you grow bored of being the living dead. =D

[I Changed My Name Too!]

THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS GRAPHIC MATERIAL


Bio: Bubba grew up (like most Texans) in a broken home. His mother died while giving birth to him, her last child of three. His father, Samuel Daniels, was a blackout drunk and a damned good marksman. He could put a rifle bullet through a coyote’s skull at 300 yards with no more effort than putting the toilet seat down or saying “God bless you”. He never missed, even while heavily inebriated.

Unfortunately for the children, he never missed a whipping, either. He would administer beatings daily to all three children. Harold, Bubba’s older brother by 5 years, would not take his beatings without a fight; he would generally end up with a bloodied nose and a black eye by the end of his sessions. Barbara Ann, Bubba’s older sister by 10 years, wouldn’t get the same abuse the boys got. Of course, with their mother dead, Barbara Ann had to assume all the motherly roles, the most important being sex. After the first few years, she stopped fighting her father’s drunken advances and actually began enjoying them quite a bit. However, when Bubba’s father wasn’t in the mood for the “same old, same old”, he turned to Bubba. After all, Bubba WAS the reason for his mother’s death, so wouldn’t a proper punishment be to assume some of her roles every now and then? Such was his father’s reasoning, and it was rarely contested by the children; Bubba’s brother and sister actually came to believe it themselves.

When Bubba’s father wasn’t drunk and violent, he was shooting some sort of firearm. He taught his sons everything he knew about rifles and handguns, and even heavier ordinance, occasionally. Harold didn’t care for it in the slightest, but Bubba soaked it up like a bruised sponge. His brother only thought of the guns as ”Father’s toys”, but Bubba saw it differently: Guns meant power. Power over people, power over life and death, but, most importantly, power over Father. Bubba knew that he must learn all he could about firearms from his father so that, one day, he could kill him. Over time, Bubba became the best modern gunslinger in the West, even outranking his father. The day he killed his father was the same day he chose to dispatch of his entire family. He held no feelings towards those that abused him and caused him so much torment, and it showed on the day the police found the corpses. Bubba’s brother and sister were found tied, gagged, and with a bullet hole in their foreheads. Bubba’s father was recovered one piece at a time from the family’s root cellar. Autopsy reports suggested he died from a single gunshot wound to the head, but there was also evidence of post-mortem forced sexual entry through his eye socket. The only other evidence found at the scene was a word scrawled on the cellar wall in Bubba’s father’s blood. It read: “DEADEYE”

Coincidentally, on the day the murders were thought to have happened, an 18 year old male showed up at Big Tex’s Big Texas Carnival looking for a job as a showman and wound up talking to the owner. He claimed to have experience in dealing with Old West style firearms and a fondness for showing his skills. Big Tex told Bubba he needed to see a demonstration before going any further with the business relationship. Without skipping a beat, Bubba drew his Smith and Wesson .45 Schofield Hideout model and shot the hat off of Big Tex’s head and onto his hat rack. Big Tex was shocked for a moment, but almost immediately recognized the boy’s skill. He gave him the job on the spot, but he quickly realized he hadn’t even learned the young man’s name. Big Tex asked “What can I call you by?”. The boy’s reply was “Deadeye”.

That was over a little over 29 years ago. Bubba quickly became a fixture in Texas carnival culture, drawing crowds from states over. This was good for Bubba, because not only did he get all the food, shelter, and ammunition he needed, but was also given another, much more important commodity: drifters. They would come to the carnival to meet “Deadeye” Daniels and end up in pieces. He would act very appreciative of his fans and generally escort one or two back to his trailer, only to murder them and dismember their bodies. He would feed the chopped meat to the carnival’s livestock in secret, neatly disposing of evidence. Bubba was even so bold as to, sometimes, paint body parts to look less real and place them in the carnival’s haunted house. Of course, Bubba always acted quiet and good-natured around the other carnival workers, who respected him as a father-type figure. Bubba had it made, until the night the first shambling figure was sighted at the carnival…




OOC: Sorry for the extra 24 hour wait. Had to pick up my Dad last night, and I came home dog tired. Here ya go, anyhow, though.

[Doaj]

Holy shit. You sure went all out with this, but I can't say I didn't expect it. The only thing I ask, Daft, is that you put a warning at the top of your post that his bio is so graphic. Most won't mind, but for someone browsing through they might not want to be caught with their pants down, if you're pickin' up what I'm layin' down.

All bios are approved. As a sidenote: I made this RP for someone in particular, and he not only has yet to sign-up, but he hasn't even posted on the site. =\ Hope he makes it. Now, I just got home from a very busy day, and tomorrow will likely be quite hectic as well. I'm going to try and get a couple more people in, but I'll put up the RP sometime on Tuesday (PST), probably before work, which starts at 5-6 (depending on what my boss decides day-of). Toodles.

[Casanova]

That's a damn fine bio, Daftsounds.

You know, now that we've established a certain location for one of our characters, and seeing as that character is a dandy, I suppose we should just go ahead and place CZ in the US. xD

[Doaj]

xD Yes. After some discussion, we concluded we'll be going with Houston, Texas. I mean, it was a casual, "How about here?" And all was said and done. I don't think anyone here has ever been to Texas, so nobody is the wiser. xD On that note, they do say it's practically its own country. I think there's a lot of potential with it. Anyway, here are my character bios.

Full Name: John Smith
Age: 46
Height/Weight: 5'11"/177 lbs.
Appearance: John looks older than he really is, having long, dreaded gray hair. He has a long black and gray beard, which is crusted and dreaded as well. He wears layers of clothes, all old and smelly. He has blue eyes, and looking into them makes it obvious that this man was once happy. His shoes are too small and his toes stick out of the ends of them.
Occupation: Ward of the State.
Skills: A great scavenger, and can easily aim a firearm, if he's sober.
Weapons (This needs to be reasonable to who they are and were): John Smith has a single .22 in his cart, which he keeps under his blankets. There are four shots in it, and he's been saving it for if anyone tries to assault or mug him. He also has a few broken bottles around at most times.
Relatives: John has no living relatives.
Background: John used to be a family man. John used to be a police officer. In fact, he was the sheriff. He worked at the police station for a decade. That was before he was a delusional man. John was in and out of the state penitentiary starting at 34, when he was on the way home from celebrating his son's tenth birthday party. John had a single beer at the event, which effected him so little he even forgot he'd had it by the end of the night. Unfortunately, his car, containing himself, his wife, and his son was hit going through an intersection by a drunk driver. His wife and son were killed in the accident, and John went into debt when he was found to have alcohol in his system- his insurance refused to cover the damage, and the drunk driver died in the wreck too. John spiraled into severe depression, and the depression led to severe drinking. Severe drinking led to a severe case of self-abuse. He eventually sold everything he owned in an attempt to pay off his debt, but his drinking cost him his job, and John inevitably found himself homeless. For twelve years he's lived on the streets of Houston, and his frequent activity in bars has gotten him in plenty of fights. He's become quite the street brawler. Besides the clothes on his back, the blankets and bottles and the .22; John owns nothing.

Full Name: Malcom Stewart
Age: 33
Height/Weight: 6'1"/ 195lbs.
Appearance: Malcom is a black man living in a subconsciously racist nation. His head is shaved, and he's got a thin build. He dresses quite professionally, suits and ties, slacks and dockers. His lips are thin, and his nose is wide. His posture is enviably perfect.
Occupation: Varies.
Skills: A quick wit, intellectual. Knows the ins and outs of law in the US. Good at talking, and good at intimidation.
Weapons (This needs to be reasonable to who they are and were): None.
Relatives: Malcom has a sister, but she moved to Virginia a few years back. She's expected to be visiting him within the next few months. Malcom's mother lives in a retirement home on the west side of town.
Background: Simply put, Malcom is a con artist. He has the know-how of the court system, and a lawyer to back it up. Malcom prays on the racial undertones of businesses in society, squeezing out as much as he can from any business, big or small. Racial profiling, stereotyping, slander- you name it and he's stood in front of a judge and spoken of it. He's a professional at this, and him and his lawyer and quite the team. They're worked over businesses all over the east coast, and now he's hit his hometown of Houston. Malcom just went out to a pub with his lawyer, to celebrate the 22k they just made against Target for accusing him of stealing due to the color of his skin.

[Devintrigue]

Full Name: Andrew Landrow
Age: 32
Height/Weight: 6'/195lbs
Appearance: Dressed in a tight, white underarmor shirt and dark gray bicycle shorts, there is very little to grab onto in terms of attire. He is a lightly tanned individual with almost pearly whites. He breathes deeply through large nostrils and can give you a glare like no other. His short but styled auburn brown hair complements his golden brown eyes but his eyes always seem to be holding something back.
Occupation: Freelance Personal Trainer
Skills: Long Distance Running Endurance and High Speed Sprinting, Parkour Experience, Attentive Eyes, Quick Reflexes
Weapons: None
Relatives: Deceased wife, passed away one year ago and he is still trying to cope with her death. She was pregnant with their first son.
Background: Having been an unsuccessful personal trainer in the Houston area for the past 10 years, he can thank his career choice for how he met the love of his life, Carol. She was the primary bread winner in the household as she was a lawyer. Carol had wanted children for the longest time but Andrew found the idea terribly narcissistic. After 5 years of marriage, he decided that maybe he could raise the next great American baseball player to be truly proud of. They were going to name him Zachary. Due to complications during birth, Carol died. Zachary was born 5 weeks premature and despite the hospital's best attempts to save him, he passed 2 days old. Andrew became emotionally distant and could not find the motivation to overcome his depression and rather learned to live with it. To commit suicide would mean that he were weak and weakness is not a trait that describes Andrew Landrow.

[Doaj]

Now that Devin has joined us, I have posted the IC thread. I look forward to everyone's intro posts! Woo!

[Casanova]

Awesome. I'll be writing my post out shortly. :3

[I Changed My Name Too!]

Yeah, you might not see my post until later tonight. I have some sort of play to go see. :P

[Doaj]

Quite alright, good sir. I'm not sure how fast this will move, since we have so many first-timers. Just be careful not to get left behind.